Dark Desires (Vicious Series 1)

Chapter Twelve

It feels weird not having my medicines and glass of water on the top of the bedside table. Even not attending my sessions with Mr. Zamora.

They used to be my morning routine. But it's not weird laying beside my danger. My beautiful danger.

I smiled as I faced him, my right hand on his hair, pushing it upwards.

I want to see his face while sleeping, 'cause it looks serene, like there's no one going to harm him. Like there's no worries we're facing right now. I just love how he looks when he's sleeping.

Gumalaw ng bahagya ang mata niya, maya-maya lang ay nagmulat siya. He looks at me with his eyes smiling, ni hindi ko alam kung paano 'yon ngumingiti, but literally, his eyes are smiling at me, like it recognizes me as the only one who can see them, and they are happy about that.

Those brown eyes who almost look like wood.

I smiled at him. "Good morning..."

He smiled back. "I really like your morning voice," his voice is hoarse. "Good morning to you too, princess,"

He gave me a peck on my lips not minding my morning breath.

"I'd like to wake up to this scene every morning, forever," he chuckled and pulled me closer to him by my waist.

I smiled again. I'm facing his bronze broad chest. I traced his skin there. I felt him shudder under my touch. Ngumiti ulit ako.

He kissed me on top of my head before I felt his body relax.

But weirdly, I didn't like how his body relaxed under my touch. I like it shuddering, begging for my touch, or almost terrified like I'm a fire about to burn him alive. I like it trembling beneath my hands. I like it scared of me.

Just like I am with his touches.

"Love..." he trailed.

I heard him whimpering when my touch went down. We were both naked under the maroon duvet.

Hindi niya ako pinipigilan. Instead, I felt him tighten his hold around my waist. I felt his pubic hair on my hands as soon as I reached his abdomen.

He stiffed beside me.

Yeah, that's it. I like it like that. Always ready for me.

I got impatient. I pushed him to force him to lay on his back. I straddle on his lap, just enough for my ass to feel his cock behind me.

He looked at me, eyes sleepy and desiring for something.

I go down to reach for his face and kiss it hungrily. He gladly returns the kisses with the same intensity.

I want to take control of him. I want to make him feel what I feel whenever he's on top of me. How I tremble under his cruel touches. How he is ruthlessly and knowingly that scares me so much. I want him to feel the same way whenever I touch him.

My hands roam around his body, finding parts of him that feels terrified of me, terrified of their master. I want his parts to know that I'm the only one they fear. I want them to recognize my touch and be afraid of it.

His hands are on both sides of my hips, putting them in place. But I don't want him to put me in place. I'm the one who's in control now.

I shove his hands away on my hips and put them on top of his head. I pulled away from the kiss and reached for the red silk tie on top of the bedside table.  I used it to tie his hands above him. I made sure they were tight enough to hold him.

I looked at him as I finished tying him. His eyes are half-hooded, looking at me in submission.

Yeah, that's right. You must know when to submit to your master.